Well its a year to the day. And the old girl has been on my mind. I picked up her ashes rather belatedly and she is sitting rather unceremoniously in my garage. I feel so sad about her death. If you had met her as a 20 year old, so full of life and vigour, down right petulance, and kicking against the state, that was Christine. The gin. The ciggies. Well of course she calmed down. Mostly we all do. But her off the wall sense of humour never changed. I miss the old her. Though that version has been gone a long while.